The air is calm and cold
The mind still and quiet
What a night to mourn
Of her beauty lost in the dark
The heart is cold, loaded with worries and pain
Smile stolen from the one's who once put them
Silence has robbed men of their possessions
In the dark no signs of the living strives
Silence! A world of doom
Where do our voices go? Stolen or bought?
Our tongues sealed by follicle of papers
A harm to the generations yet unborn
Speak young lad, speak aloud
Of corruption and evil, speak
Let your voice not be bought
Because in your silence a generation is ruined